ALSphere Foundation
(acrostic poem)
Barren trees with skeletal grace stand cold and still,
Earth lies resting, untouched by time’s will.
Frost clings like gossamer to slumbering trees,
Overhead, pale clouds drift in the breeze.
Reluctant winter refuses to part,
Eager buds hide with a heavy heart.
Slowly, the snow begins to recede,
Promising life where new roots will feed.
Rays of sun pierce the lingering haze,
Icy gales soften in golden blaze.
Nature stirs, shaking off sleep,
Gray fades to green as young shoots peep.
Anticipation hums in the warming air,
Real warmth returns, lifting despair.
Running streams sing their carefree tune,
In the breeze drifts the scent of bloom.
Veil of gloom lifts, in joy plants sway,
Earth awakens in colors so gay.
Soon, the world will glow anew.
